Forty Six

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TRIGGER WARNING Sensitive content: Torture, Blood, Murder.    The building standing ahead of them didn't necessarily hold unpleasant memories, but like many other children, the Riddles never considered the orphanage they grew up in a home. Growing up there was nothing but an inconvenience that came accompanied with a cruel reminder of the fate they had suffered.    It was an early Saturday morning, which meant many of Wool's kids were already on their way to the mall or the park for their weekly trip. But the Riddles also knew from experience that Ms Cole stayed behind with those who had misbehaved during the week and had lost the opportunity to go on the same boring and repetitive trip they made every weekend.    The siblings stood across the street, looking at the shabby building wit

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